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moominsuki · 8 months ago

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12 DAYS and 20 HOURS WITHOUT YOU w/c: 5.1k - ; NAGUMO YOICHI x F!READER

✎ᝰ he’s a nuisance & you should be glad to be rid of him… so why does your heart ache for him so much? OR the part two in which you finally address your feelings for your hanger on ex.

࿄ ! warnings — porn WITH plot, MINORS DNI, piv, very explicit smut, unprotected sex (wrap up ppl), cunnilingus, fingering, female reader, nagumo is sexy and you will fall in love so pls keep that in mind.

/ note. i should be revising for my exams but instead i wrote this for a man who is severely underrated. it’s gonna be a nagumo fall. enjoy this anywho :P (ps. can be read as a standalone fic)!!

13 days. that’s how long it had been since you had seen nagumo. you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t eating you up inside.

after your small spat (if you could even call it that) you wrongfully assumed he’d be somewhere in your bedroom the next day when you hadn’t seen him on your couch. you were just about ready to scold him for having his feet all over your satin pillowcases.

only when you trudged upstairs, your bedroom was exactly how you left it. the door ajar, a small breeze from the window. pillows not askew. your sleepy kitten lounging on the covers.

at first, you considered yourself relieved. “good riddance,” you grumbled to yourself, falling atop the blankets and sighing, hands brushing at your pet. the chirp of the cicadas eats at your eardrums. has your home always been this quiet?

“whatever. knowing that idiot, he’ll be back in a day or two… now what to do…”

unfortunately for you, nagumo’s unprecedented drop ins had become part of your daily routine. you don’t become aware of the fact until it’s been exactly 4 days and he still hasn’t shown his face. it had already struck you as odd on the second day, let alone the fourth.

“why do you even care?” you ask yourself, standing under the hum of a sweltering shower. why do you care that your ex hasn’t come around to lounge in your home and bother you? in fact, isn’t this a good thing? the first few times it happened, you were irritated beyond belief - telling the man to get lost, locking your windows and doors only for nagumo to show up despite your barrage of insults, whether that’d be in your kitchen or on your couch or even in the shower (the image of seeing a naked nagumo after all this time was truly something, though you’d never admit it to his face, instead opting to throw a hard bar of soap at him and to which you then had to tend to his aching back after he so called “wept in pain.”) so why did he now decide to just ghost you?

“typical,” is all you can think, drying your hair off, eyes lingering on the razor he left on top of the toilet.

day five comes around. a good day at work with a cute man asking you out renders nagumo forgettable. you’re glad your brain decides it’s high time to forget about him. day six, seven, eight, nine. it’s extremely bearable. you start to see him in your dreams on the seventh day - exactly a week since he just up and left. “that’s normal,” you muse. you dream about people that aren’t in your life all the time. he’s no different.

the night of day ten falls. you’re incredibly exhausted, and you’re regretting making plans on saturday with that somewhat attractive man who works across the street. “it’s no biggie. it’s just one day till the weekend and i can cancel.”

you’re nodding off into your dinner. the warm smell of char siu and noodles doesn’t do much to keep you awake.

then you see him. dark brown eyes and a goofy smile to match. it makes you jump so hard you spill half the content of your meal down your shirt. nobody’s there. your cat sits at the leg of your chair, licking the sodden mess off of the ground.

the gravity of the situation dawns on you. you really really miss nagumo.

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day eleven comes and goes and the twelfth drags, as do most fridays. that guy who asked you out the other day offers to drop you home when you’re standing outside. it’s warm out and you think a walk would be good for your head. you don’t decline his offer.

the man asks about you and confirms the details of your excursion, and you politely affirm, answering all his questions and asking them back just the same. “he’s not much of a talker,” you think. you’re not used to that.

by the time you’re home, you just want to pass out. you look around your kitchen, living room - heck, even the bathroom for safe measure, just in case you-know-who decided to drop by. the sound of metal clattering has you running to your bedroom, ventricles pumped. not that you cared… you’d act super cool and nonchalant if when nagumo drops by again. it’s all in vain, anyway. it was just your cat jumping onto your vanity. you shoo her away. your heart falls like a crescendo from loony tunes.

who exactly were you kidding? you had long dropped the facade that your heart wasn’t yearning for the idiot, and you wonder how he’s doing when you settle into bed. it would be unlike him to die in an unforeseeable accident, and he would never succumb to a death on the job. another looming realisation dawns on you.

he’s ignoring you.

you groan into your pillow. it’s not like you could really call him (you totally could, and it’s not because you noted down the digits of two of his burner phones, definitely not) without outing yourself. don’t forget the phone works two ways. forget it. you have a date tomorrow.

saturday comes. you get up relatively early. (un)fortunately for you, it’s a miserable day out, contrasting the beautiful weekdays that had passed.

your date texts you in teasing and sweet fashion and the pre-typed out message that consists of grovelling, apologies and more grovelling sits at your fingertips. fuck it. you can’t stay wound up over a man who probably didn’t want you in the first place.

you get ready very early, and you stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror, all done up in a silk to do and the accessories to match. it’s been a while since you’ve had a proper date. a few flings here and there, sure, but this seemed real. like a sure thing. similar to when…

!creaakkk!

your cat meowing and dropping things around in your bedroom has you standing up right, casting aside your lipgloss and running to shoo her away.

“honestly, ponyo, you’re such a drama queen-”

the words die on your tongue at the sight before you. nagumo sits at the edge of your bed, kitten fidgeting in his arms. he looks you up and down, and then he sends you an earth shattering smile, eyes crinkled.

“hey stranger. long time no see!”

your mouth opens and closes as he gets up, and ponyo leaps up and away when he places her on the ground.

“do you think she missed me? i think so. with the stuff you feed her, it’s inevitable-”

“are you serious?!” is all you can say, exasperated, gasping. nagumo’s eyes widen, and he sheepishly scratches the back of his head.

“don’t tell me you’re still mad at me? don’t make me get down on my knees and beg because-” the man gets cut off again as you all but throw your arms around his frame, face in his shirt, a little shaky. if nagumo feels the wobble of your body, he doesn’t mention it and a hand comes to rest at the small of your back.

“so can i assume that you’re not mad at me anymore?” you shake your head, and nagumo chuckles, nose pressed into your hair.

“i wasn’t mad at you,” you say, muffled into his shirt.

“oh? tell me more,” and you move your face slightly so your cheek is smushed against his shirt, eyes pointed away from him. though, you can already feel the expectant smile on the corner of his lips and you want to slap him. kiss him? both.

“i was mad at myself. and i was going to apologise for what i said but you basically ghosted me… for almost three weeks.”

it’s quiet for a moment until the man laughs, guffaws even and it emanates through his chest. you huff and step away from him, back turned away.

“ok, it’s not that funny. you can stop laughing now!”

“sorry, sorry. i’m done, i promise.” nagumo walks from behind you to step into your line of sight. “and technically, it’s only been… i wanna say 12 days and 20 hours.”

you deadpan. then you roll your eyes. “you were counting?! you’re unbelievable!” and he just pouts at you. eyes wide and shiny. you don’t admit to him that you’ve also been doing the same. that day’ll come.

“i mean, i would’ve come around sooner buttt! contrary to popular belief, i’m not so socially inept to not give you space. although, i was starting to think you were replacing me with that loser at that law firm. i want to say his name is hajime-”

“okay, not even close-”

“and what kind of idiot takes their woman out to a sushi bar on the first date. and he drives a toyota camri. he’s lame.”

“…first of all, i’m not his woman. how did you know i was going on a date tonight? and how do you even know what car he drives?”

“…let’s not sweat the details. that dress is new, right? haven’t seen it before. looks beautiful on you-”

“so not only were you spying on me but you were ignoring me?!” you fist the man by the collar of his coat and you just loll your head onto his chest. “were you always this crazy when we dated?” you hum and he laughs again. like he knows you’re addicted to the sound and how it makes your tummy ignite into something worse than flames. his hands find their way into his pocket and he shrugs.

“probably. but you liked it.” you don’t bother to contend. nagumo grabs you by the wrists, and takes a good look at you. his deep eyes follow the sliver of gold against your collarbones, all the way down to the hemming of your dress. it makes you feel hot under your heart shaped neckline.

“like the dress. like it a lot. wouldn’t waste it on some shitty sushi and cheap sake, though.”

“well it’s not you taking me out tonight though, is it? it’s…” you think for a second. you can feel the laughter blooming in his chest and you try to fight your way out of his grasp, though it’s in vain. nagumo laughs so hard that the pout on your face starts to pop into a smile and it’s infectious enough that you laugh too.

when the laughter inevitably dies down, you and the dark haired man share a look that you encompasses all the thoughts and emotions that have been swimming in your head the past long few days. he’s still holding you by the wrists, your fingers crinkling against the loose material of his shirt.

nagumo says your name, more so to himself as his tattooed hands stay wrapped from the width of your jewellery clad wrists down to your forearms.

“you’re being awfully touchy to a woman who’s supposed to being out on a date in a few hours,” you say, just above a whisper.

he hums at that, pulling you in further by the elbows. “i guess you’re right. you could always tell me to go away, though. wouldn’t be the first time.”

you groan audibly and he shoots you another grin that climbs its way into the wrinkles of your brain. “what do i have to do for you to not bring that up? and don’t make me get on my knees and beg-”

“damn, that was my first choice too!” you roll your eyes. he’s still holding you. your palms are flat against his chest. “i suppose i could call it even if…” nagumo pretends to ponder for a moment. you try to shove him with as much power as you can on the man.

“if you don’t just come out with it-”

“kiss me.”

the speed at which your eyebrows almost shoot into your hairline is unprecedented. you try to read his face for any sign of playful unfairness, but you’ve known him long enough to read the softness of his eyes.

your hands fist at his shirt again and it’s your turn to laugh at him, head thrown back. he pouts in response.

“you’re unbelievable,” and before he can retort, you lean up on your tip toes to do as he asked. he’s exactly how you remember, all those years ago. warm, sweet, slightly intoxicating. the sigh you release is shaky and he swallows it whole. the width of his palms immediately let go of your arms and find purchase on your waist and your hands travel all the same, resting on the planes of his face and neck.

the kiss is over before it started and you don’t even get a chance to breathe before nagumo is back on you, pulling you in by the hips, tongue slipping in comfortably like you’ve always been this way. and you give in, your body adapting to years old muscle memory. it’s like you’re almost a decade younger all over again, and your brain turns to mush when nagumo gropes you, grabbing all the parts he can to get impossibly closer to you.

you almost don’t notice the way he throws off his coat. and the fact that he’s trying to get you onto the bed. almost.

you protest in a breathy whine, breaking apart from locking lips. “we-i can’t. my date-”

“sucks. he sucks. i’ll take you wherever you want. buy you everything you want. just let me have you.”

you’re too out of it to even give a snarky answer, grabbing nagumo by the neck and pressing your lips to his own once more. he grunts, lightly pushing you both down onto the pillows.

he breaks apart from the kiss to lave more around your jaw, with one heavy hand resting on your cheek while he bruises on your neck, clavicle and the top of your breasts, all heavy and imposing. you writhe in his touch, and you can’t help the fact that your thighs start to rub against each other to soothe the heat arising in your core.

as perceptive as ever, nagumo quickly notices and makes fast work of placing his leg between your own, and you can’t help but breathe out a winded “yoichi.”

he groans, smirking against your collarbone. “missed hearing you say that.”

you huff, pushing his hands down the curves of your body. “don’t push your luck, nagumo.”

he chuckles, unfazed, and smooth, deft fingers climb under the hem of your satiny dress. he hikes your dress high enough to see a flash of damp cotton panties.

he presses a digit against your clothed clit and you can’t control the way your head falls against your pillows, mouth falling open as you whine out his name again.

nagumo halts all movement though, pushing himself backwards to lean further onto his knees off the bed. you practically jump up, confused and stupidly horny.

“strip for me.”

you narrow your eyes. he shoots you a saccharine smile, and you don’t bother to banter with him, getting on your haunches and pulling down a thin strap on either arm, and shimmying out of the garment. you can tell by the elated shock in nagumo’s eyes that he hadn’t expected you to comply but you throw the dress in his face, and he shakes it off faster than you can adjust yourself on top of the bed covers. he’s already crowding over you, face mere centimetres away.

“sorry, you can’t be the only one having your fun,” you tease, leaning up to kiss his nose and it’s his turn to not take your bait, but maybe it’s because he’s too enamoured at the sight of your naked body after all this time. a tattooed hand reaches up to grab a handful of your boob, pinching slightly at your nipple and the other makes it descent down to the hemming of your panties. his fingertips dip into the front, pushing the material to the side and he groans when he can see the way your pussy clenches over nothing.

“you’re so pretty,” he sighs, and you watch the way he touches you, featherlight and it has you writhing, inching closer to feel more of his touch.

“patience, baby.” nagumo throws off his shirt, and you take in the expanse of his never ending tattoos. your hand reaches up to touch the one on his stomach and he smirks, albeit warm and slightly teasing.

“got a few new ones a couple months back,” he all but whispers and you hum.

“i like them,” you state, matter of factly and he pushes your hand away to lay on his stomach between your legs.

nagumo’s face presses into your belly, and you push a few fingers into the dense strands of his hair. he kisses you at the belly button, paving a wet path down to your moist underwear.

he noisily smooches on your panty clad clit and you wordlessly protest in embarrassment, groaning and whining while he smiles against you. though, you’re quick to stop complaining when he pushes your panties to the side and breathes you in, kissing your uncovered pubis. now you’re frantically trying to push him away instead.

“you’re so shameless,” you fuss and nagumo doesn’t say anything. he only pushes your legs further apart to accommodate him.

“can i eat you out?” he asks and you raise a brow, face flushing. he shrugs, “i wanna hear you say it.”

you want to insult him for trying to fluster you in his own weird way but you’re also stupidly, ridiculously turned on right now that you can’t be bothered to play this cat and mouse game.

your hands cover your face and you mumble ever so quietly, verbatim: “please eat me out.”

“can’t hear you, sweetheart. come on, you can’t possibly be acting all shy. my face is literally in your-”

“just please eat me out!” you say, exasperated and incensed by the burning desire to have his mouth on you.

nagumo doesn’t mess with you any further but he can’t help the snicker that escapes him. you’re also ready to call him names and berate him, unfortunately being the hot head that you are, but it’s a useless act because nagumo already has your pants down your legs and strewn across the room somewhere, and he’s immediately pressing a sloppy, wet kiss on your love button.

a strangled “yoichi!” escapes from your throat and you’re already helplessly weaving between the strands of his black hair. it only goads him on further, and your head struggles to keep itself up when he thumbs at the hood of your clit, lifting it up to suck at the bundle of nerves. you become one with the plush pillows beneath you once again.

nagumo’s tongue soothes and pokes around, sucking and kissing at all the sensitive parts of your flower. he lifts one leg up higher to allow him more access, and you lock your fingers on top of his hand that grips ardently at the tender skin of your thigh. you have no time to react when you feel two fingers press into your cunt hole, and you chant his name like a mantra, gasping and almost tearful from the way he feels.

you can feel his dark brown eyes on you, and he stops tasting you to bite your inner thigh. you yelp, and he lulls over where he indented you with his teeth.

“you’re close, right? want you to look at me when you cum,” is all he says, and you don’t get to reply when he’s back sucking your pearl into his mouth, pressing his fingers against a certain spot inside you that has your legs trying to close in on themselves around his head.

“f-fuck, ‘ichi, i’m gonna cum,” you moan, and per his request, your eyes stay on his own, and you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, the applied pressure stopping you from falling back and losing it.

“say my name like that again,” he groans, and you don’t fail to notice the way he grinds against the bed ever so slightly. “come on, baby, you’re almost there-”

“hnngh, fuck, right there ‘ichi, ‘m cumming-,” you gasp and a flash of white behind your eyes renders you temporarily paralytic, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opened in an ‘o’, and the grip on nagumo’s hair tightens. he keeps a firm hand on your thigh, and your heart would burst at the romantic gesture of him interlocking your fingers together at literally any other time, but he doesn’t stop his assault on the spongey spot inside you until you go limp and you practically have to pry the man off of you.

nagumo’s no sadist (to you, at certain times) so he stops, pulling back and watching the way your chest heaves and the way you glisten between your upper thighs. you don’t register that he’s next to you again until you feel nimble fingers touching on your lower belly. you open your eyes to look at him, and the full blown lust in his eyes makes you choke a little bit.

you grab his hand off your stomach to kiss his fingertips, and then you’re clambering on top of him, palms splayed against his decorated chest. you feel the thickness of his hard cock pressed against your wet core, and you grind against the strained material of his trousers. nagumo grunts, head falling back slightly as he immediately finds purchase on your ass.

“you’re hard,” you assert, and he laughs a little breathlessly and it breaks off into a moan when you press down on him a little harder.

“i guess i am,” he rustles, squeezing your lower curves to push you against his stiffness. “you should let me put it in.”

“oh? is that so?” you say, taunting the man as you slide up and down his neglected cock that’s begging to be released from its confines.

“yeah… wanna fuck you, baby.” nagumo’s all heavy eyelids and suave lips as he gazes up at you, hands all touching all over you. you’re heating up from his languid touches, and you’re cursing yourself for already being so raring to go after he ate you to his heart’s content.

“okay,” is all you say, and you shimmy backwards to undo the man’s bottoms, unbuttoning his pants and helping him kick them off till he’s left in tight gray boxer briefs. your eyes find the damp patch on the front of his shorts, and you softly finger the head of his cock through the cloth. nagumo grunts, sighing your name when you waste no time pulling down his underwear to reveal him in all his glory.

“didn’t that hurt?” you wonder out loud, more to yourself if anything, and nagumo realises you’re referring to the tattoo above his pelvis, only shy of the dark trail that nests above his erection. he places a hand over your wandering one and he chuckles.

“a little. nothing i can’t handle.” you make a noise of something, and you lean down to kiss him very gently and so very close to where he wants. nagumo groans, and he reaches down to pet your hair.

“another time,” you wink, biting your lip. nagumo smiles, raising a brow and he looks like he wants to ask you what you mean but you’re ahead of the curve and you’re settling back up on his lower body, your soaked heat brushing and sliding against his cock. he’s putty after that, head in the clouds as he feels the drench of your lips rub against the hardness of his cock.

“tell me you want it,” you say, and you stop looking down to where you’re almost conjoined to meet nagumo’s eyes; his face contorted to something readable only to you. “or, you know, you could just cum like this.”

nagumo moans at that, and he sets a heavy handed grab on your ass. “don’t remember you being such a tease, baby, sh-shit.”

you croon at his words. you don’t stop the ministrations of your grinding and the raven haired man beneath you barely puts out until the slick of your cunt hole catches the mushroom shaped tip of his cock.

“fuck, i want it, baby, want you to cream on me-” and you don’t let him finish his vulgarity because you grab him at the base of his cock and settle yourself right on top of him, inch by inch.

nagumo hisses, and his iron grip on your hips doesn’t subside until he’s all the way inside you. you both simultaneously moan in relief when he’s by the hilt, and you can practically feel him all the way in your throat.

“fucking missed this so much,” he keens, and you feel him raise his knees to accommodate to you better. you slowly get the rhythm going, grinding and gently bouncing on his dick and you’re delirious at the way his pubic hair brushes against your swollen clit, and how you can feel the slap of his weighted balls against your ass.

nagumo plants his feet on the bed, refusing to loosen his grip on you and you can’t even bring yourself to care about the bruises that’ll stay depressed into your skin. you move one of his number decorated hands to grab at your chest, which he complies with and the other stabilises you against him so that he can thrust into you at a steady pace.

“so, so good,” you whine, almost falling forward by the jolt of nagumo’s body. you plant both arms on either side of his head, tits bouncing in his face, going back and forth against his open mouth that tries to catch a pebbling nipple.

taunting words leave his mouth as he watches you try to keep up. “feel good, baby? shit. tell me how it feels, y-yeah? you like it when i fuck you like this, huh?”

you clench around him tighter. “hnnngh, so fuc-fucking good, ‘ichi.”

you lean down on your elbows, and while he bucks up into you, his eyes don’t stray, and when your lips follow the sharp lines of his jaw and press on his jugular, nagumo angles his head so you can sloppy kiss him on the mouth.

it’s like that for a few moments until he stops to throw you off of him, and you’re ready to whine and complain, but he’s already on you again, this time on top.

“gotta take my time with you,” he breathes, and he finds a new position, this time pulling your left leg over his shoulder and spreading the right one to fit around his hips.

“is that code for you were gonna cum too fast?” you giggle, and nagumo doesn’t grace your playful ribbing because he slips back into you and your once teasing laughter breaks off into a deep moan of pleasure.

“don’t make fun of me,” he says, feeding his cock into you at an achingly slow rate, “hurts my feelings.” and you want to call him embarrassing and silly, you really do, but your heart is on your tongue and nagumo overcrowds every part of your senses.

nagumo leans over you, and grinds himself inside your compact walls. his face is in the crook of your neck and he teethes at the tender skin. you throw a callous hand in hand to satiate the hunger in your belly.

the unrelenting pace in which he fucks you is downright insane: all you can think about is him, all you can smell and taste is him. when you open your eyes, he’s looking down at you, holding and stretching you open, spitting not-so-sweet nothings at you. you worship him all the same, crying out his name, begging him to take you harder and faster, nails raking across the width of his back.

“you’re s-so, hah, shit, you’re so gorgeous,” he moans, “not gonna last, f-fuck.”

you’re almost there, teetering on the finish line, so nagumo ever so slightly adjusts his position, and he presses his cock head against that point inside you. you’re weightless in his hold, writhing when he reaches down to rub taut circles against your puffy pearl. it’s enough to make you sob, gasp and cry out a throaty “‘ichi!”, back arching, toes curling.

nagumo takes a hardened nipple into his mouth, bruising against the creamy flesh of your tits. his speed and movement becomes sloppy, rushing to the edge, the echoes of skin slapping against each other. your tearful face and your short winded begging (“cum inside me, yoichi” and “want you to fill me up”) in the midst of your intra-climatic hue are enough to get him to empty out hot inside of you, his eyebrows furrowed and an o-shape taking over the soft shine of his mouth.

you pull yourself up by the hand on the back of his scruff to kiss him wetly, tongue and all and he takes it, moaning and cursing out your name while pushing his seed deep inside you.

it’s quiet except for mingling, heavy breaths and the creak of your bed when nagumo falls on top of you. you squeak in protest, trying to push the lug of a man off.

“get off me you big idiot!” you squeal, and you feel his body shaking while he’s closed in on you.

“you’re nice and warm,” he sighs, “think i could stay like this for a good, couple of hours.”

you scoff. your hand reaches up to pet at his damp hair. nagumo smiles against your clavicle.

“do you think i still have time to go on that date?” you say, all forlorn and nagumo’s head shoots up, in which you laugh at the way his face contorts. he grumbles, and he eases out of you slowly. you hiss, but the grin on your face stays all the same.

“you think you’re so funny,” nagumo dryly contends and you sit up, kissing him on the nose.

“what can i say? learnt from the best,” you reply, just to the point where only he can hear you.

you think he’s so ridiculously easy (you won’t ever tell him that) when he returns your grin, and grabs your face to kiss you, all over you cheeks and lips.

“damn right, baby, damn right.”

EXTRA, EXTRA - read all about it:

“by the way, what did you mean when you said i owed you one?”

nagumo pulls his head from your chest, tv blaring and illuminating his puzzled, adorable expression, a piece of popcorn dangling from his mouth. his face turns blank as he ponders. then it’s like a lightbulb switches on above his head.

“oh, i fed ponyo and let her out onto the balcony but that old man saw me and i convinced him that he was seeing things so he wouldn’t call the cops… you’re welcome!”

“you did WHAT?!”

#✎𓂃⊹ monologue💬 .ᐟ‍。°˖⌕#༝˚૮ .♡ yoichi.#✎𓂃uma thirsts。°˖⌕#nagumo yoichi x reader #nagumo x reader #sakamoto days x reader #nagumo smut #nagumo yoichi #skdy x reader #sakadays x reader #nagumo yoichi fanfic #no beta read sawryyy i tried

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jasminerva · 2 months ago

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“does Nagumo have kinks and if so what are your favs for him 🎤”

So I was asked the above by Lao (@herringstrait)... And I thought I'd just list off a few off the top of my head, but in the end I had enough for a full post lmaooo (and then some - I added more and it just got away from me orz)

Welp... here ya go!

Nagumo x gn!Reader (w/ a few femme-gendered parts as indicated by ♀) Want more? Check out my SakaDays Masterlist! 🍑 Comments, reblogs, tags appeachiated~! 🍑

🎤🧐

mic check one-two (takes in a deep breath)

Nagumo x Reader NSFW headcanons

I feel like Nagumo would prefer to be in control even when he "relinquishes" it lol he wants to show you who's boss (it's you - if you really want you can even make him cry and drool and beg for it) he'll (learn to) crave it 😏 like a special once in a while treat. Honestly, he convinces himself he needs control because that's secure & safe to him. When he gives you control, that's basically saying he feels super safe with you! And if that ain't the sexiest thing ever, I don't know what is.

I personally don't feel like he's got any extravagant kinks like rope play or whips or wax / pain play (he'll try everything once, and he'll do stuff that you like for you)

Now, that doesn't mean he won't go crazy if you wrap yourself up like a present with your/his favourite-coloured ribbon! Or - better yet - let him wrap you up!

Food play for sure tho. One of the smut fics I have drafted up for Valentine's Day involves chocolate in lieu of clothing lmao

Nagumo likes little challenges cuz he's childish like that - throw him a bone every once in a while. Dare him to keep the cuffs on no matter what (god knows he can break outta anything). Let him get creative in stripping you and he'll surprise you (hint: it involves teeth).

I do think he'd like it a lot if you call him "good boy" - he likes praise. Nagumo will for sure reciprocate.

I think he really likes jiggly parts lol so he'd get mesmerized and purposely slam harder and maybe slap it a bit just to see it wiggle lmao (also them slapping sounds mmmph)

Mirror sex

Orgasm control lol but not too crazy he's a soft guy (for the most part). Mostly, he's a sappy romantic and he wants to cum isshoni together with you, so he'll do his darndest to get you off at the same time. In reality, you could probably control him better than he thinks he can control you.

He can be a little possessive but it's not to possess rather than the feelings behind it. If you time it well and tell him you're "his" he could very much cum prematurely 🤣 (he just wants you to know you're his and he's yours okay???)

I also have a smut that I don't know when it'll be released but… it involves an annual hunting excursion in the wilderness lmao (where YOU are the prey - so yeah) [Lao mentioned the face he made while threatening Yotsumura so I HAD TO INCLUDE IT]

(hack-coughs)

(takes in another breath)

Nagumo would be amazing at role play (dude is a master of disguise) but at the end of the day all he wants is to be himself / vulnerable and with you 🥹

I shared this before where Nagumo keeps his eyes open for everything lmaooo his FOMO is bad. You have to get used to when you accidentally peek while he's kissing or you're trying to cover your O face - nope, he will pry those hands off your face or lean very forward - he wants to see it ALL with them big boba eyes.

Just like his eyes are made for eyeing, his fingers are made for fingering. You can act all cocky and crack a joke about how his knuckle tattoos will wear out so much faster at the rate he's going, but he'll just tell you, "worth getting them retouched if I get to touch you like this" as he nearly sends you to heaven (showing off the real reason he has his gold assassin license).

On that note, he's not afraid to probe (literally and figuratively) you, even while you're already stuffed. "Y-Yoichi, t-too much... I don't think that'll fff—" "Shh... don't worry, baby, you can take it all."

[♀] For my womb-sisters, I can see him pressing down on your lower abdomen while he's thrusting into you, feeling you from the outside-in (inside-out?), driving you crazy. Hit that g(uaranteed good time)-spot-on accuracy.

He knows how to use his tongue too. You might even prefer it because it means he'll shut up for once, but ultimately you love his silver tongue-in-cheek as much as you love his other appendages. I think he still prefers leaving his mouth free for kisses and cracking wise.

[♀] Bonus food play, he will kill two birds with one stone by taking in some sugar-free candy or mint beforehand to eat you out. We know how much he loves his sweets after all~ ;) plus the minty tingle would keep things quite literally fresh. (warning: don't mix actual sugar with the vajayjay — not worth it)

Look up BJ blast pop rocks and tell me that won't be the best way to get back at him.

He loves it when you tangle your fingers in his hair, hold him close while he ravishes you. He keeps his hair messy for a reason (wants you stuck for as long as possible).

[♀] Just like he has the bobas, if you have the boobas, he loves to motorboat tease them and rest his face between them (even outside of R18 times). There's something about how nipples perk up that he feels real satisfied about.

[♀] Holding onto them while he's hitting that spot? The peaks between his tattooed fingers and feeling the jiggly movement under his palms? That's one of the rare times he has difficulty concentrating on your face.

Aftercare

This can be pre-/post-/in between, but he likes to trace your hip or stomach or other part with his fingers. Maybe solve some math puzzles like a nerd (scenario included below).

He'll clean you up really well. Maybe too well. Don't take up his offer to clean you up in the shower or bath if you're short on time.

I can see him as the big spoon, or even little spoon. Best would be the pillow-talk position, where he just holds you right against him, face-to-face, eye-to-boobage.

Whatever position, just picture him holding you with his fingers interlocked.

He'll tangle his legs with yours and lock you tf in. Need to go to the bathroom? Best of luck. Dude is a clingy Cancer.

He might wax poetic, saying something cheesy like "we fit together like puzzle pieces" or "you're a problem I'm still trying to solve" - feel free to bonk him. Then you'll have some mandarin oranges to share!

Nuzzles & cuddles & kisses, oh my!

He'll fall asleep with his chin resting on your head, or nuzzled against your chest. (omg Memi @toyboxterror shared this art by ivy_rt_ w/ me which is perfect)

Extra for those familiar with cloud8.

re: hunter-prey play - you don’t particularly like nature, but you’ll do it just to outlast him as long as possible (you can be stupid competitive and it reminds you of JCC times) - plus maybe you like the adrenaline spike haha. He makes a convincing predator.

re: orgasm control / rare dom time - you will get some use out of your kill heels after all (psst don’t tell Tenju).

If you’re into consensual somno - the perk is that you don’t have to do anything PLUS it makes Nagumo feel trusted and desired and that gets him off. WIN-WIN & WINK-WONK.

Nagumo may hate his stuffy work wear, but you've convinced him the necktie is a must. To tug on, motioning him to come hither, pulling him into a kiss, he'll pin you down between his arms and deepen it. It becomes ceremony after a long day's work. (thank you Memi for reminding me!!!)

Extra (forgot I had this drafted in Oct - figured I'd include it here)

SakaDays headcanon: Nagumo “I solve Sudoku puzzles in my downtime” Yoichi does rapid mental math in his head and most likely even uses his fingers (wink-wonk).

shared in the ch1 end notes of c o n t r a i l s (Nagumo x F!Reader ***nsfw smut*** fic). [tumblr post link if you wanted to like + reblog]

Probably traces Sudoku on your bare skin, too. The nerd. Here's a smol scenario of a time when you first noticed:

(You and Nagumo are snuggled up) Nagumo: (hand lingering on your hip, he starts tracing patterns on your skin) You: Are you playing tic-tac-toe or something? Nagumo: Hm? Nope. You: (after a few more movements, realizing) Seriously? Sudoku? Nagumo: Yeah, well, I left the book in my other coat, but may as well continue where I left off~ You: Wow. Is that where your mind immediately goes? Lucky me. Nagumo: (slowly moves mathematical ministrations towards your core, purring) Feeling lucky now~?

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ladybyakuya · 6 months ago

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| HIGH IN LOW PLACES + natsuki seba & yoichi nagumo.

+cw. — fem!reader, headcanon + scenarios format, canon typical themes and elements, mention of alcohol and drinking,ex.plicit smut{ mention ofunprotected, oral acts }, slight angst and fluff.

+wc. — 2k.

+syn.— how do they generally spend their off day ? Is it any different when you're with them?

+notes. — my sk days debut post. yay! yay! i just caught up with it and im still making memes in my head ( yeah, its that bad </3)tap the banner for better quality </3 cuz tumblr made it so whack after upload. the title is from a song by beach weather ( one of my recent favs ). i have some more wips on sk days but lets see if the starts align or they go against me. wanted add two more characters but i got carried away while writing. so next two for next weekend ig. if you catch my favoritism, then good. go ahead & exploit it ;) | redirect to blog navigation.

✦ natsuki seba :

The sun has not even kissed the horizon yet. It is still afternoon. Natsuki was busy building one of his work-in-progress weapons as usual even though it was an off day. The JCC is not exactly asleep but is surely a little doused today. JCC never sleeps. You are in his dorm room, waiting for him to finish his work at least to a certain stage and then have lunch with you but you doubt he is barely aware of what time it is. You are not exactly hungry, at least not for those wet soggy noodles but you do miss him even though he is right in front of you. There are times when you have to feed him lunch so that he can keep working. The dorm room is small for two but given the habits of you two, it always works out, somehow. You sleep when he is working while he sleeps when you are busy or out to get something. But currently, sleep is nowhere to be found at the banks of your eyes.

“Natsu, come eat with me,”

Seba turns his head at first and gives you a look; a look that clearly states: “Are you mad?” Do you know how ridiculous you sound? His eyebrows grow closer while his lips pucker forming a pout and then he goes back to working again. He is mocking you. He is working while you sit idle and flip through a porn magazine from his collection. It’s funny because the porn magazine is not his. It is from Shin. He was just looking out for him. Shin thought it was highly uncanny how a guy could make weapons all day and night, and be obsessed with something so odd that one forgets to masturbate. Doesn’t even have the urge? Or better does his curious side not think about such self-pleasurable prospects? Well, what would Shin know?

“Natsu, come eat me out,”

At first, he looks up from the device he was working on and then spares a glance at you.

You make yourself busy flipping through the pages of that lewd magazine. He is staring. You can feel it.

He goes back to work again but a second later he puts the miniature parts from his hand beside the device and turns his chair towards you rubbing his chin as his elbow stands on the hand-rest of the chair. He is considering it. Holy Shit. You did not mean that.

“Really? Can I?” There is a thin layer of sneer laced underneath his voice.

You closed the magazine and stood up, keeping it on his table. He looks at the cover and a chuckle escapes from his chest probably remembering how he got it or why you ordered him to eat you out; not that he would mind . . . his eyes are back on you again. “Now that I’ve your attention. Finish your lunch and then work on your project.”

“I’m going out to meet someone,” You try to leave but he grabs your wrist pulling you back in front of the bed.

“You're lying.” he snorts out a chuckle.

“You know,” Natsuki gets up and takes slow steps towards you as you back away cornering you as he still holds your hand. “eating you out . . . that might just be the thing I need to finish my project.”

Wait. what?

Before you can ask anything he just puts you on his shoulders, walks to the bed throwing you on the mattress. For someone who is a weapon engineer, who does not spend time on fieldwork he sure has a lot of strength.

“I didn’t mean it. I just wanted to get your attention that’s all.” you try to protest but it does not faze him, not even a little.

“Well you did a good job.” Grabbing your ankles he pulls you towards the edge of the bed before getting on his knees. He points to the cup noodles. “And, i’m not eating that.”

He pulls down your panties and shorts simultaneously. You do not stop him because you crave him as much as he needs this to de-stress or that’s how he would put it. Spreading your legs he places a trail of tender kisses along your thighs threatening your sanity, threatening the urge to push him away but you simply do not want to do that. You want this: him worshipping you like he used to. The moment his lips graze your entrance you arch back, hands resting on the mattress and crumpling the sheets as Seba gets more devoted to the cause. You put one of your legs over his shoulders as he buries his face deeper inclining his face a little to lap his tongue against your pussy lips. You bite your lower lip roughly before a whisper of words comes out of your mouth, “Ya know, you should return those magazines to Shin,”

“What?” he asks; nose glistening with your arousal, wet lips, cherry cheeks, and excited eyes. A curvature appears along your lips as you run your fingers through his hair and tug at it revealing his forehead forcing his eyes to close just for a second. He is still waiting for your response.

“Nothing. Get to work,” you say and he listens to it like a good boy.

✦ yoichi nagumo.

“Is it that tasty?” Nagumo asks drinking an o-choko full of sake from your share. His face distorts feeling the strong fizziness. “How can you drink this?” his voice spikes up as he gulps it down. He hates it, hates this, that how you on every weekend would to go Sakamoto stores and buy liquor to drink out your misery. What a waste! He does not understand why you would spend your weekends drinking, especially when he is here. Sakamoto would often tell you to stop drinking but what’s the point? You nod like a good girl, buy some cup noodles and chips and after the store closes Shin arrives with the booze. Shin is knocked out on the floor already. But he is still keeping up with you not that he enjoys it but he is looking for an opportunity to make you stop and in that process, he ended up taking a few shots. He hates it, he hates this. He hates how you make drinks. It stings on his tongue. This is not because he wants to spend his off day with you. He rarely gets a day off and he can not go that to waste, can he now?

“Wanna fuck?”

You look at him with heavy eyes and a flustered face for a few seconds. “No.”

He is stone-cold sober. He is not even that drunk, to begin with. You are. You are still so dizzy and slumber threatening your eyes but you force them open divulging, “Too much work.” Ah! The slur. The slur in your voice. His head tilts as a smile breaks on his face like a plague.

“I’ll do the work.” Nagumo insists. “All of it.” His voice is low, slow. He wants to get through to you. “I’ll make you feel so good.” He does not want you to dismiss his words as just a drunken haze or something like that. He is already neck-deep in guilt for being unable to give as much time he wants, as much as the time you demand and crave from him. He can not sabotage your security but he would not deny that he likes meeting with you in secret; gives him some sort of thrill he thinks. “I promise,” he mumbly adds.

But he does not want to overdo it or wear you out. He can’t. He won’t. He is a good when he is with you. “Woah, careful.”

After moving the bottles and cups aside, now you are all on your fours crawling towards him like a cat. He can see your boobs, the nipples— everything. Wait, is that his tank top? He must have left it when he came to you here last time. He can’t remember when but he remembers he lost that one black tank top.

As you reach, your face inches away from him you lean for a kiss but he sways away. It instantly ruins your mood. He is smirking now as you are pouting. It turns into a snort. “Shin’s still here,” He points at the boy sleeping on the couch. You glance at the boy and then look at Nagumo. He is confused. You are impatient. Fuck it.

You hold on to his shoulders trying to get into his lap, legs sprawled apart and as you make yourself comfortable your legs get clamped around his waist. He does not lose his balance but rather helps you with it.

“Babe, Shin’s still here,” Nagumo repeats making you remember.

“Don’t care,” you shout and Nagumo covers your mouth with his palm while his index finger stills over his lips shushing you. You nod. It seems he got through to you.

You do not allow him to dodge him anymore.

You lean into his hand that is still over your mouth, nuzzling against his palm. He shoves his fingers into your hair, his index finger grazing behind your ears igniting your skin with goosebumps. His thumb roughly stretches across your bottom lip before you kiss the tip of it but he swats his hand away before you could suck on it; grabbing his other arm and you slide it under the blacktop. Nagumo does not squeeze your boobs. Not yet. He does not want to do it, not like this. Last time, both of you were sober and now both of you are drunk: you on alcohol and him on you. You buck your hips trying to get closer to him.

“God Nagumo, why are you being like this? You said you'd do all the work. . .”

because it's amusing. The fact that you are scolding him with a whispering tone is making him tremble in mirth. He is barely holding it; you are frustrated, drunk, and horny. God! What is he going to do with you? Can he really hold himself back? Maybe he should not have proposed the idea in the first place. His hands are stretched, settled on the floor as he watches you: intently, nervously.

“Kiss me.”

And your lips instantly dance against his in a frenzy yet his hands are still on the floor. Even in this state, you manage to unbuckle his belt with one hand as the other works on the buttons of his shirt. It turns him on how swift you are too. You would be very skilled in his line of work. Maybe you are, too skilled that he did not even notice. Nah! you can't be a spy.

“Put it in” you command this time breaking the kiss. Nagumo was just starting to get to the good part of the kiss only to get deprived of it. He does not waste a second to abide by your said words. If he did, he might have to walk out thinking out the possibilities of how odd it was for a first meeting with you.

Strong hands against the plush of your hip as he adjusts his cock to your entrance. He pushes aside your panty before rubbing it against your entrance. Your hands squeeze the muscles of his shoulders.

“Without . . . condom?”

So, is that why he was delaying it? You thought he didn't want this but mentioned it for the sake of pity and now he is trying to get on your nerves to wake Shin up.

Your brain freezes after such a flow of info. You give him a nod.

Nagumo swallows before his cock goes inside without rubber. It's electric: the feeling of your flesh around his.

“Take me to that room,” you gasp out the words.

“What?”

“I said what I said.”

You become so handful when drunk not that he minds. He takes you to the room kicking back the door behind you to close before crashing onto the bed.

The next morning Shin has to buy a pair of black trousers for Nagumo and he does it without even questioning. He really does not wanna know what happened after he took you inside the room.

@underratedcharactercorner

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gentiliana · 7 months ago

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can u (pls pls pls pls) do shin (sakadays) as a bf headcannons ........ thank u, sending u lots of love <3

HI DEAR!! tysm for your request 💗

i’m soooo happy someone requested something for shin i love him sm he’s the loml and this was so fun to write./shin fans get ready for january 2025 cuz sakadays episode 1 means shin is going to appear !!

i’m sorry for any grammar mistakes but english is not my first language, i’m trying my best to improve!

🪷 ; gn! reader, it is mentioned once that reader puts on makeup, Shin being the adoptive son of Taro and Aoi.

SHIN ASAKURA BF HEADCANONA

Did I just hear "best boyfriend ever"? Because Shin IS the best boyfriend ever.

With Shin being a clairvoyant, it was way easier for him to know if his love for you was unrequited or not.

But Shin is really unexperienced, he never had a serious partner or experienced any kind of strong love before he met you.

He even asked Sakamoto for advice! Isn’t he the cutest??

During the first weeks of the relationship compliments were not his best card… he tried okay? but he ended up embarrassed and all red… he really wants to be able to do that but he’s lacking confidence.

when that happens PLEASEE reassure him that is okay to not know how to express his feelings.

he loves receiving hugs and cheek kisses from you.

He likes looking at you while you’re getting ready, especially if you’re putting on makeup. He loves watching your focused face and asks you what you’re doing, it’s his way to show you that he’s interested in everything you do!

He’s not a big fan of PDA but doesn’t mind it; he just does whatever you want to.

He smiles like an idiot whenever you hold his hand! He prefers hand-holding since it makes him think that you rely on him and feel safe around him. (Please hold his hand and go on long walks with him.)

Since he knows whatever you’re thinking about, he always provides you with everything you want or need. Want to watch this movie? He’s buying the ticket. Craving a specific dessert? He’s cooking it for you or suggesting a cooking date.

ACTS! OF!! SERVICE!!!! He does whatever you want, whenever and wherever, just to see you smile! He is, in fact, in love with your smiling face.

He’d do anything you suggest. He even agreed once to let you dye his hair. If you have colored hair, he’d ask you to dye a strand of his hair the same as yours so you can match. . . 🥹

If you’re in college and have trouble studying, he’s going to help you in the best way possible. He might not even know what he’s doing, but please bear with him; he’s trying his best! Expect study dates where he tries to help you but ends up stressing over your exams.

About dates…

Dates with Shin are AMAZING!! In everything he does, you can just feel his love for you and how deeply he cares about you.

One time, you two were walking together in a park and he spotted some pretty white flowers. He decided to put one behind your ear, but he did it so gently that you worried you were going to melt under his touch. And the way he was staring at you?? You died instantly.

You’re never going to be alone because the whole Sakamoto family (mainly Lu and Heisuke) follow you around and take the cutest pictures of you two.

Shin is very embarrassed by it but you love his family and you understand that they just want to protect him.

Taro and Aoi love you and approve of your relationship with their “son.” They even invite you to go on family trips with the whole family, and you have to admit, those are the BEST family trips ever! Not only you spend time with your beloved clairvoyant boyfriend, but you also meet and have the chance to bond with his family.

You and Lu prank him a lot, and every time he scolds her and not you, because honestly, he can’t be mad at you.

(Hana asked you to marry Shin and he became so red you thought he was going to explode)

Introduced you to Natsuki and Akira and honestly they couldn’t believe that he got a partner as pretty as you! He was both flattered and offended by that comment…

“oh uhm thank y- WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” (Akira apologized for both her and Natsuki’s way of wording it)

Honestly I think a part of your relationship includes you taking care of him. Since you know what happened during his childhood, whenever possible, you take the opportunity to hug him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. He loves and deeply cherishes those moments.

Overall 10/10 experience WOULD RECOMMEND!! nice guy with a nice family?? i’m in!

#sakamoto days #sakamoto days x reader #sakadays #sakadays x reader #shin asakura #shin asakura x reader #shin x reader #asakura shin #asakura shin x reader

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saeist · 13 days ago

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"see? i was being honest with you. i told you i'd make it"

there was that smug look on his face again. the look you know all too well

you give him a questionable look before you roll your eyes. he was late again.. six times now

"you're late!" you exasperate, hands thrown up in the air, "for the sixth time to be exact!" you add, now glaring up at the taller man

nagumo smiles lazily, putting his hands on the back of his head

"but i still made it. that's what matters, right?" he says a little too jolly for your liking at this time. this was no smiling nor laughing matter if you were being honest

this isn't a laughing matter

you thought for once that he'd show up on time and not make you look like a fool waiting til god knows how long at some fan y restaurant he booked weeks prior

sure, you understand his profession being an assassin for a top organization that his overall presence is quite literally needed at all times at any given time and you accepted his constant busyness when you two had started dating

nagumo had always made it clear that despite his fucked up occupation, if you need him, he will be there. no matter what

but this was getting a bit too much

"hello? earth to y/n?" nagumo waves a hand over your face, seeing that you were silent

you ignore him and turning on your heels to walk away from him.

"where are you going?" he calls out, running after you. "the restaurant is closing in 5 minutes!"

you ignore his calls and walked further away but curse his incredible speed that of course he just catches up to you by a second

he grabs your wrist, gently tugging you to face him

"hey-"

"nagumo, stop. i'm going home" you push his chest

okay, ouch. that kinda hurt nagumo in a way he didn't expect

what's wrong?

"but our reservation! we can still have-"

"do you even know what time is it?" you ask, cutting him off

nagumo hesitates for a second, he fishes his phone out of his pocket and reads the screen. 10:43 PM. he was 2 hours and 43 minutes late to your dinner reservation

"you said we'd meet at 7 PM but it's way too late for that now" you muttered, feeling the exhaustion creeping up your veins. the constant tardiness made you feel like you were the second option and never the priority no matter how many times you keep reminding yourself that his job will always come first

but somehow tonight, just felt like you were done with this set up

"shit, i'm sorry babe. i didn't realize–"

"exactly. you never do" you shot back, cutting him off again

nagumo freezes, watching you intently. he instantly picked up at the way your shoulders were slumped, the way you were avoiding to meet his gaze. it's starting to scare him. it scares him that for the first time in a long while, he's not sure what's you'd say next

his heart is pounding loudly against his chest as he waits. he's hoping and praying it's not what he thinks it is

"i'm tire-"

"no" nagumo interrupts. he takes a step closer to you with his hands balled into fists. so tight that his knuckles are turning white, "don't say what i think you're going to say"

he cups your cheeks when you turn your face away. his eyes search for yours, desperately looking for any sign that there was still some spark left in your eyes. that this isn't the end of this heaven sent fairytale he calls a relationship with you

but what's looking right back at him were empty eyes.

"do you know what it feels, nagumo?" you start, voice quiet but sharp that nagumo visibly flinches. "to sit there like a fool, waiting for you to show up? to get my hopes up every time those damn doors open that this time maybe it was you who walked in only to see that it isn't?"

nagumo opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it

"i keep telling myself that it's fine. that it's okay! maybe work was a little hectic again and that you'll make up for the lost time but if this.." you pause, taking a deep breath, "keeps going on then i don't think i can keep waiting for you" you finish

nagumo inhales sharply. his chest tightens hearing your words. he hears loud and clear what you reallly mean. he's not stupid. he can read between the lines

yeah, he admits that there were a lot of things he lacks at especially with your relationship given his profession involves taking other people's lives almost everyday. his line of work isn't for the weakhearted and it's a surprise to everyone (that knows of your relationship, mainly shishiba and osaragi) that he's able to hold a relationship this long despite how busy he is, is impressive

"i'm tired, nagumo. i'm tired feeling like you don't care about me or about our relationship" you mumbled lowly. though nagumo hears it loud and clear

hearing all this come out of your mouth hurt him more than any blade that pierces his flesh. how long have you felt this way?

"i do care" nagumo finally finds it in himself to answer. "i care about you– about us, more than you think" nagumo heaves a heavy sigh, racking his brain to use the right words to explain himself

nagumo clicks his tongue in annoyance when he can't find the right words, running a hand through his hair

"do you honestly think i wanted to be late? that i don't beat myself up seeing your disappointed face when i finally show up to our dates?"

he pauses a bit, biting his lip as he tries to find the right words to say,

"i'm an assassin, y/n. you know that. i don't know how i'll be able to live with myself if anything or someone touches you because of me"

you can feel the weight of the sincerity in his words but it wasn't enough yet

"nagumo, it's not about that. i know what you do for a living and i'm fine with it. i don't care what you do but sometimes, all i'm asking is you. call me greedy and selfish but can't i just have one night when it's just us? no jaa, no organizations, nothing. just me and you"

his eyes widened. nagumo slowly moves his hand from your face to the back of your head, pulling you close to his chest

"i'm sorry" he murmurs, "i'm sorry for every time i let you down. for every time i showed up late. for making you feel like i don't care about you when i abso-fucking-lutely do"

you swallow hard, melting into his touch. the initial irritation with the situation gradually going away.

nagumo pulls away to look at you in the eye

"i promised you, didn't i?" he grabs both of your hands, intertwining them tightly with his. "that i'll never lie to you and i'm not lying when i say that i love you. so fucking much"

his voice is raw. he had never looked more desperate in his life. you can literally feel the sincerity of it all that it eased your uncertainties with your relationship with just a few words

it's silent for a moment. just the two of you standing under the glow of a street lamp

"... i'm still mad at you" you croak, wiping a stray tear

nagumo sighs in relief. he cups your cheeks again, wiping your tears. it pains him to see you cry especially if it's because of him (again)

"i'll be more worried if you weren't" he giggles, leaning in to kiss your forehead

you let out a little grumble but you eventually wrap your arms around his torso. you really can't stay mad at him when he reassures you like this (even if you still wanted to stay mad)

"you must be hungry waiting for me" nagumo says softly, pulling away slightly to brush some hair away from your face, "and lucky for you, i know a place that's open 24 hours nearby. you'll love it there, i know the owner"

"of course you know the owner" you muttered, rolling your eyes

nagumo's signature shit eating grin is now proudly evident on his face. "what can i say? i got connections" he says smugly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder

you let out a small laugh as you lean onto him "you're insufferable sometimes, you know that?"

nagumo cackles, "and yet, here you are dating the famed assassin nagumo yoichi" he teases

"for now" you blurt out causing the taller male to stop laughing

"hey that's kinda mean.." he pouts, "that hurt my heart" he sighs dramatically

you couldn't help but burst out laughing. you tug on his collar, pulling him down so he could be eye level with you before you crash your lips against his

nagumo hums against the kiss, hands flying to your neck

"never mind. i'm not hurt anymore" he says, in a daze when you pull away

you poke your tongue at him, "there's more to that if you finally show the way to this 24 hour place. i'm starving"

"yes ma'am" he says with a stupid smile on his face, leading the way, "you'll love it. i promise you that"

#saeist comeback and its for fuckass sakamoto days...#sakamoto days imagines #sakamoto days x reader #sakamoto days scenarios #nagumo imagines #nagumo x reader #nagumo scenarios #nagumo yoichi imagines #nagumo yoichi x reader #nagumo yoichi scenarios #insp by his line in the dub ver lol #by ads ⭑.ᐟ

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kumasakka · 15 days ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. nagumo yoichi x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. imagine being pushed back by a big crowd of people. It isn't that nice, right? luckily, he's here to help you.

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~0.7k words .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. apricity — (n.) the warmth in winter. strangers to ? barely romance, lwk plantonic. f!reader. spoiler - free ! safe for minors ! crappy writing. nagumo seem ooc.

　“MAY I pass through? Sorry..!”

You whispered under your breath as you walked through the full crowd, trying to squeeze your way all to the front. It was real full though, everywhere were people who stood in astonishment with a camera in their hands to film the whole event. After all, it was christmas and they're going to light up the largest tree in japan—the event you always dreamed about to experience yourself.

Tokyo, the city of dreams, they said. And well, little you was naive enough to believe it, your biggest dream was to move to Tokyo—away from your hometown, away from your family which honestly saddens you to this day. Fortunately enough, you're still exchanging letters every month to this day. And this month, you'll be able to write about today!

Loud complains and curses were send to your way as you squeezed your way through, disliking how you rudely pushed them away. Only a little and you'll reach your destination. "Sorry... Ack!" you got stopped mid way—a yelp left your lips as people began to push you back again. But you were so close..! Now they're pushing you back again to your start. And it kinda hurt.

"H-Hey..!" you shut your eyes.

A hand found it's way to your waist out of blue, surprising you again as you slowly opened your eyes again. You couldn't help but blink rapidly, your gaze made it's way up to the person who suddenly helped you out by touching your waist softly—creeping you out a bit in the back of your mind. Who would touch a stranger by their waist? You quickly shook your thoughts away.

You definitely were thankful for their guide, leading the way to the front through the full crowd without bumping into someone. You were in awe. How didn't you bump into someone yet? It was so full. You could swear that you surrounded by people and suddenly they vanished from your sight, resembling the ghosts. Invisible to the nacked eye just like they were right now.

"T-Thank you for helping me..." you muttered quietly, you fear that the person didn't hear your words of gratitude though.

"It's alright." it was a man's voice.

You noticed. You could also make out the playfulness in his voice before it was quiet again. You closed your eyes for a moment and you breathed out—the air turned into gas as you did. It was so cold. You consider going home directly after the light up and wrap yourself in your biggest blanket while laying on your bed to warm yourself up again. Your cheeks and nose were red, your hands cold.

Nonetheless, the hand that was delicately around your waist was pretty warm—it emitted heat, the heat that you needed right now. No wonder why you feel so comfortable. Was it the quiet vibe? Or was it the comfy warmth? Or maybe it was the serene moment in the full crowd you shared. It was all of it. You opened your eyes again—ah, you reached your destination at the front.

"There we go." he said.

And just like that, the warmth that accompanied the gentle hold around your waist was gone just like now. Your eyes glimmered as you observed the christmas tree, you were still a bit far away to take in all details. Because of course, there was security so you wouldn't come any closer. The countdown went down. You listened how people counted from three to one.

Three... Two... One...

"A sight to behold." you whispered under your breath, admiring the sight infront of you. Your eyes widened a bit, quickly turning around to thank the man who helped you out. "Ah..! Thank..."

He was already gone like a ghost. You blinked. You didn't even have time to catch a glimpse of his face. You could only hope to see him again and thank him properly. Even though you only remember the warmth in the cold winter day.

a/n's note — this oneshot so weird. this barely had anything exciting. I considered thrice if I should upload. admin tsuna is giving up to be a writer. I did my man so DIRTY 💔 so bad that I just—bai

#❨🎐❩ 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 :: shitpost.#sakamoto days #sakamoto days x reader #nagumo x reader #nagumo yoichi x reader #nagumo yoichi #nagumo #yoichi nagumo x reader #yoichi nagumo #anime #manga #animanga

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choccorin · 7 months ago

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what would they do if you asked them for an orange? feat. my faves !

tags. fluff. multiple characters x gender neutral reader

cw. might be ooc.

a/n. just a little something i wrote before going to bed. :]

would peel them first because you mentioned one time that you hated how it would turn your fingertips orange and leave a scent that would take forever to take off, he would also serve them on a small plate before giving it to you.

suo, togame, yuuji, megumi, giyuu, muichiro, yuno, izuku, reno

would just give you the orange. but if you ask him to peel it for you, he would. if it's not perfectly peeled the first time, he'll try again on the second orange. eventually, you'll end up eating more than you planned since he really wants you to have a perfectly peeled orange.

sakura, choji, tobio, shoyo, satoru, asta, mash, gen

is already giving you peeled oranges and some other fruits on a small plate before you even asked, he noticed that you were eyeing the oranges on the counter earlier so he decided to peel some for you and add other fruits as a surprise.

umemiya, kento, suguru, tanjiro, licht, shin, rayne

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faintrustle · 7 months ago

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NAGUMO YOICHI in a black tank top with tattooed biceps showing can kill me any way he pleases.

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mzenins · 15 days ago

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❛ gloria, i wanna take you to euphoria ! ❜ ✶ ࣪˖࿐ * sakadays multi characters

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: suggestive, gn reader, making out, spitting, dry humping, hickeys┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ how they kiss you…

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on this disc: yoichi nagumo, natsuki seba, shin asakura

╰⪼┆nagumo kisses you like you’re both in a constant game of cat and mouse. it’s competitive and intoxicating with a strong surge of adrenaline bustling through your veins but oftentimes it’s fleeting.

he allows for his bottom lip to gently graze yours then retracts himself from your vicinity with the mere purpose of seeing the dazed look on your face that was anticipating more. he enjoys the shocked gasp and reprimand that comes from you, followed by a murmur of “dickhead.” which he classically retorts with, “hey, that’s not nice!”

the roles switches up constantly, something he indulges in, but a sick part of him can’t help but bask in the sight of you desperately grinding down on his clothed crotch with your forehead littered by sweat as you incoherently rasp in his ear for him to kiss you harder. his mouth twists up in a sadistic manner against the column of your neck, “hm? want more neck kisses?” he feigns innocence.

his playing dumb act grinds your gears to the fullest and makes you want to choke him out till your heart’s content but he’d probably brush off your actions with a snippy comeback.

you loudly groan in frustration and his eyebrows pull up at your outburst, your hips halt against his pelvis, “god, do i have to spell everything out for you?” you grab a fist full of his noir hair to perfectly align his head with your face, “kiss me properly, nagumo.. on the lips.”

he likes seeing you all riled up. he tauntingly smirks, “ah! you should’ve just asked, silly.” before you can argue on that’s what you were doing in the first place, he encloses the space, humming contently. your lips moves together in sync, rapidly harmonizing in a sensual way. his tattooed hands slip under your shirt caressing the bare skin but the small delight comes to a pause once he uses his teeth to gently pull at your bottom lip, teasingly letting it go out from his hold. he drily chuckles at you chasing after his lips for more.

╰⪼┆natsuki kisses you like a pornstar in love. it’s lewd but intimate, igniting an untamed flame in the pit of your stomach rapidly flickering waiting to be extinguished but your heart beats erratically against your chest with warmth blooming around the organ.

it can be messy at times with his saliva smearing onto your chin and drippling off, or, it can be sweet and memorable leaving you smitten with butterflies for the rest of the day; pick your poison, he doesn’t mind either way.

he likes to sneak up on you— at first it was an occasional habit he’d done unintentionally but now he uses his airy footsteps to his advantage. slithering his toned arm around your stomach to pull you closer to his broad chest and grips at your jaw with his calloused hand to tilt your head upwards to somewhat face him

“open your mouth.” he calmly instructs, as if what he planned to do next was just a run-on-the-mill activity. you comply and suddenly feel a warm droplet of spit land onto your tongue, your eyes widens and before a squeal could erupt from your throat he captures your lips with his.

natsuki pants heavily against your mouth his hot tongue hastily collides with yours as he subconsciously begins to rut himself into your figure, his eyebrows deeply furrows together. his lips are soft on yours but has intensity far too hot to handle. “s-slow down natsu…” your meek voice trembles in between the heated kisses.

his usual nonchalant complacence crumbles apart. his plump lips glistens once he pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you. “can’t. sorry. you just taste so damn good.” some darken strands of hair stick to his forehead; he’s dizzy but pushes through to quench his thirst.

╰⪼┆shin kisses you like he’s almost afraid of you. he’s not and he swears by it but the way his body stiffens with his shoulders nearing his ears and rigid lips stilled has you thinking the former. he touches you as if you’re a porcelain doll glossed over with iridescent medium, and that sometimes translates into his fear of messing up.

he gets in his head a lot and stays there. but as the relationship progresses, he gains his confidence within his abilities to please you and once that layer of skin grows, that’s all he dedicates himself to. he’s rough which causes teeth to clash but he’s also sweetly passionate with his movements.

an extremely slow day at sakamoto’s store leads to you on top of the store counter with him between your legs. he disregards the opportunity to flip over the closed sign— the thought of being caught fuelled something dubious inside of him.

his large palms roam from your thighs to grazing over your chest eliciting a choked up gasp from you. he’d become too cocky, perhaps for his own good. his lips moved with delicious vigour against yours, slowly increasing the tempo with every passing second. soft grunts and huffs comes from the blond mixed in with your panting.

“is this too much?” he asked as he departs from your space with antsy eyes. you whine restlessly, “it’s not enough.” you tug at the belt loops of his baggy jeans, pulling him back in your vicinity and his face plants in the crock of your neck instead. suckling and nipping at the delicate skin and swirling his tongue around the area. your whimpers fills his ears like a lullaby.

eventually, his ministrations cause a darken bruise to appear. he ogles at the sight that encourages him to continue but an unfamiliar intruding thought enters his mind. a customer outside was planning on coming in and purchasing pockys. and while shin knows it would be morally ethical to put a stop to your activities, he can’t find the strength to do so. he’s completely and utterly drunk off by your smell and touch; what a bad influence you are.

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moominsuki · 8 months ago

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✎ᝰ NAGUMO YOICHI ; — 18:04. heartbreaks are best served raw. cold. wet.

࿄ ! warnings - bruh none except juicy angst. exes to ?friends /. note i have been having nagumo brain rot and it’s taking over my life. pls help. pls enjoy. ofc there will be more. no proofreads ok byeee

“you still owe me, by the way.”

sighing, you throw your keys into the straw woven coaster on top of your shoe rack. of course he was strewn all over your couch, bare feet on your cushions, head resting on the arm rest, tv flashing in jest.

you roll your eyes. “sometimes, i have half a mind to tell my elderly neighbour that no, they’re not just seeing things when they keep telling me a big, lanky idiot keeps breaking into my home after i leave.”

nagumo gasps, hand grasping his chest through his loose shirt. “idiot? words hurt, y’know.”

you kick off your shoes, jacket and blazer - in that exact order - before wandering off into the kitchen, ignoring the dramatic cries emanating from your living room.

it’s not uncommon for nagumo to just show up in your house, uninvited, eating all your food and making a mess of all your things. you remember the first time it happened, almost a year ago. he had stumbled into your bedroom window, all bloodied and bruised and your reaction time was terrible to say the least, because while you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, his figure stepped into your peripheral and you threw the phone square at his already bruised jaw.

in apology, you had tidied him up and made him dinner… though now you wish you hadn’t shown him mercy back then, because he just kept. showing. up. you suppose he’s not just to blame. you’re ignoring the fact that you both hadn’t seen each other in over 7 years (after your messy exit of the JAA and an even more messy breakup) and now that he’s back in your life (back used in negative fashion) you just can’t seem to get rid of the him.

nor do you have the heart to tell him to get lost.

nagumo ceases his whining, yelling after you. “by the way, what’s for dinner? i saw some chicken in your fridge so…”

your eye twitches. “…so what?”

“so…i was thinking you might want to use that… to make dinner.”

you make a loud noise in disbelief, practically throwing the fridge door off of its hinges, “i’m not making you dinner?! gramps next door said he saw you come in 4 hours ago! and you didn’t think to come in and make dinner?!”

it’s quiet for a moment, but you hear the rustling of clothes and the movement of feet, so you turn to lean against the kitchen counter expectantly. the dark haired man peers his head round the corner, sheepish.

“y/n? are you mad at me?”

“no. i just think you’re stupid. oh, and i pretty sure you live to bother me.”

dark puppy eyes bore into yours as he steps into the vicinity. “the first part’s not true in the slightest but the second is pretty much on the nose. though, i’m not bothering you. you like that i’m here.”

“what’s this now?”

nagumo steps closer into your personal space, tattooed arms on either side of you as you look up and away from him.

“47 times. that��s how many times i’ve shown up here. in typical y/n fashion, you’ll complain and act like you’re annoyed, but i don’t think you’ve ever told me to go away.” nagumo ponders for a moment, finger on his chin. “now that i think about it, you haven’t. not once.”

you’re speechless. you’re not sure what to say and when you open your mouth, nothing wants to come out. truthfully, the man has read you like an open book, flicking through the pages languidly, hands bruising the spine. he’s smiling like it’s the truest thing he’s ever said - the only thing he’s been right about when it comes to how you feel.

pride is a very funny thing. if things were different, you’d grab his face and kiss him till he would shut up - well, that’s what you used to do… before, you know… you know. but this is humiliating, at least to you. even after all this time… you’ve let it get too far.

you huff, pushing his arm from beside you and you stand by a miscellaneous cupboard, turned away from nagumo, arms wrapped around yourself. “well, for starters, you’re wrong. forgive me for trying to be a good friend and helping someone out.”

“someone? that’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” the playful lilt stays lingering in his tone and it makes your heart simmer.

“… i think you should go, nagumo.”

silence sits between the two of you. nagumo looks at the back of your head. he sighs.

“if that’s what you want. see you around, y/n.”

he exits, quiet as never. he’s never quiet or silent when he lumbers around your home, sweeping and lingering. he’s probably already left your home in similar fashion. the fact makes you grab your own face and groan.

you don’t think you can be normal about him. maybe it’s for the best.

#nagumo x reader #nagumo yoichi #nagumo angst #sakamoto days x reader #sakamoto days #nagumo Drabble #bye I hate this dpmo #anything to procrastinate #will there be a part 2 oh most def #✎𓂃⊹ monologue💬 .ᐟ‍。°˖⌕#very very self indulgent like #i have been eating nagumo in my sleep

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aeoredellia · 9 days ago

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I UNDERSTAND IT NOW, AND SOON YOU WILL TOO

#sakamoto days #shin sakamoto days #shin asakura #shin x reader #shin asakura x you #shin asakura x yn #sakamoto days x reader

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ladybyakuya · 6 months ago

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| HIGH IN LOW PLACES + shishiba, gaku , uzuki, shin.

+cw. — f!reader, explicit smut content, { s&d dynamics + s&m themes ,fellatio, forced orgasm + f!ngering ( shishiba ) , dry humping + thigh riding ( gaku ), hj + marking, ( uzuki ), kissing, m!oral + f!oral( shin ) }, headcanon + scenarios format canon typical themes and elements.

+wc. — 4k

+syn.— how do they generally spend their off day? Is it any different when you're with them?

+notes. — PART ONE. | redirect to blog navigation.

✦ shishiba.

The last time you saw Shishiba was months ago. When you are free from work, he is busy. When you are at work, he is busy. He is rarely free not that you misunderstand but it sure takes a toll on you, especially when you check in with Osaragi where he is she simply says she does not know which sounds more like “you don’t need to know.” Odd, right?

However, today he is here visiting you at your house. He is sitting on the small sofa as you do the chores. The curtains are reaching out for the room. Shishiba’s eyes are glued on you as you move from one place to another doing chores. He has not spoken a word since he arrived and the silence is creeping you out. The summer heat is unbearable and on top of that, you are sweating buckets because of his scrutinizing gaze. Why isn't he saying anything? Have you done something wrong?

Has Shishiba done something to offend you? He is here as he promised. For someone who lives a normal life and who is going to live a normal life as far as he is aware he is scared of you. He is scared because you make him restless. He can not ever fathom what goes on in your head. He can not read you like he can with others. So, you make him restless yet he waits for you: to blink back when he blinks; to nod back when he nods but today is rather peculiar from your perspective. He thinks you are angry. He feels you are upset. Is he compromised? Have you become a thing to be used against him when all he can give you is background presence in your life?

“Didn’t you miss me?” He finally asks. You halt in your steps, unable to look at him. The clothes in your hands are wrinkled under the tension of your palms.

“I did.” You start to put the clothes in the washing machine as you hear his voice again. It is in a lower tone than before.

“why not do anything about it?” You pause whatever you are doing and grace him with a glance. He is staring at you so intensely that it almost feels like he is starting into your naked body. Keeping up the eye contact he stretches his legs apart, letting his hands run on his trousers watching your eyes follow the movements as Shishiba taps on his thighs. Now, that's something new for the dull monotonous tune in your life. You could match this new rhythm that he is trying to invoke within you. You quietly follow him keeping up the fierce eye contact.

As you sit on his lap, curling one of your arms around his back Shishiba's hand swings towards your face. He squeezes your cheeks giving more pressure than is required forcing your mouth open. It hurts. It feels good too. He pushes his index finger into your mouth, watches you suck his finger, and then waits before he pushes another one. His other arm is by your belly which is holding you on one of his thighs is pressing onto your flesh. You feel him. You feel his touch: by the time he leaves in the morning while you will be waking up empty, he will not be a fever dream. He will leave marks on your body, little shreds of evidence all over your house. He is here with you, for you. How can you forget that?

“Let's see how much you missed me,” His voice rasps against your skin as he pushes his fingers inside your pussy slipping through your short pants. Why are you even wearing pants when he is visiting you? Your hand that is resting on his shoulders grips his dress suit tightly, a shocked gasp escaping from your chest. Maybe he got a little carried away but as your facial muscles start to relax his fingers start to move: in and out. The single sofa has limited the way you spread your legs so you move closer to his body gripping the collar of his white shirt with your other hand that was resting on the handrest of the sofa a while ago. “Looks like you missed me as much as me.” Shishiba huffs out. Oh god. he sure is chatty when not needed.

Actually, Shishiba only talks to throw off someone from their game but he can not do that to you. Even if he does, it backfires on him somehow. He does not want to be compromised any more than he already is. He is an assassin after all. He can not get under your skin. The territory of intimacy is limited just to skin and sex, not love and lust. His thick dextrous fingers have started to get impatient making your grip on his clothes tighter. Your chest has started to bottle the moans and mewls as your breathing gets uneven and erratic. You would love to kiss him now. You know you want it. He knows you want it to. why? because there is just a thread of gap between his mouth and yours. You are practically breathing into his mouth.

Shisiba feels your pussy walls clenching around his fingers as you arch your head back letting out a loud moan. It is a shame that Shishiba was not able to see how you looked as you moaned his name. He has rarely seen that face. Your 'cum-face'. You always seem to hide it behind the clouds of orgasmic high. Either you bury your face in the nook of his neck, or he has to fuck you in doggy style or prone bone. You never let him truly see you and forcing you has always backfired on him.

You the tip up your head wrapping his tie around your palm to pull him closer to your face and put your lips onto his, the tension at the bottom of your stomach getting stronger, and stronger and stronger. The moment you were about to peak he pushed you away breaking the kiss

There is nothing but a daze in your eyes, wetness over his trouser pants, and a superior sensation painted over his face. He saw you.

✦ gaku.

You are being unusually needy today. He has visited your place a couple of times yet the way you act makes Gaku wonder if someone is hiding in your house or not. Indeed, he informed you about his arrival and it took at least fifteen minutes for him to get to your house which is enough for you to let someone hide or someone could easily threaten you to that point. A welcome hug as well as a kiss, that is indeed the first time you have greeted him so well.

“Why is that door locked?” Gaku points at the brown door of your bedroom.

“It's 'cause the A.C. is on you moron,” you say bonking his head lightly with the food packet you had in your grip. He watches you. You tilt your head and touch his forehead softly saying his name, “Gaku . . .” No! He does not have a fever but he is acting so indifferent today.

But so are you. You are . . . worried which is new for him. It has always been his job to worry, to worry about your safety. He knows your melting point much better than you do. He knows where to touch and when to taste you.

“Gaku, what are you doing?" Your words escaped from your lips as he grazed his nose against your neck while his hands rested along your thighs with an inch of space.

“What do you think?” his lips barely touch your skin as he retreats slowly from your body, leaving you surprised at his way with you today. But his hands are intact, fingers clamped at the edge of the kitchen counter as his eyes dart all over your confused face. “I saw you, on the other day,” he inches forward his nose nudging yours making you pull away, “So, I couldn't help it. I came to see you.” You try to contain your astonishment but judging from his slight curve at the corner of his lips, you let out a low gasp at his spite. You were so familiar with his ways. His Adam's apple moved as he noticed your parted lips and in an instant, his sturdy hands pulled you closer to his chest making you sharply gasp, your arms resting on his shoulders.

The eye contact lasted mere a few seconds before he started to place violent wet kisses along your nape. You try to give him the space, the food he so hungrily searches but it is not enough. “Gaku” you gasp feeling his fingers against your pussy lips. You hear him smile agsint your lips. He is pleased because you are not wearing any pants. Aren’t you a sweet little thing? Always so prepared and ready for him. Indeed, he does not have to coax you for sex and intimacy but he feels a little bit of pity for you; the way you seek him even when he is here with you.

It seems that he has missed you so much that he is impatient and desperate. That’s why the indifference. That’s why the question . . . he keeps rubbing your clit, occasionally pinching it making you squeal against his neck while working his lips around your neck, collar bones. His other hand travels under your top grabbing one of your boobs at first and then pinching your nipple. You return the favor by biting on his skin. The push and pull of pressing each other’s pressure points, finding each other’s melting point goes on until Gaku starts to feel a strain in his pants. He breaks the kiss leaving you gasping. He looks around and finds a stool set against the cabinet. He carries you in his arms but of course still focused on your lips, working his tongue into your mouth. He makes you sit on his thigh. Thank God, he came here wearing boxers and a t-shirt.

You have already started to move back and fro. At this point, he is not even guiding you. You are moving your hips on your own. His hand is around your waist, it is just there so that you do not lose your balance.

“There.There.” He coos. “You’re almost there.” It is so frustrating sometimes how well he knows you, how used to he is with your body. You do not bother if Kumanomi is the reason behind this confidence. You just wanna feel good, chase this euphoric high till you grasp it. His hands roam under your clothing squeezing here and there, pinching your nipples as you quicken the pace to the peak. It is kind of exhilarating to watch someone, someone he likes, desperately chase orgasm and cum so hard.

Gaku gives you the time to calm down, reach the ground state, and get back your natural pattern of breathing. The way your sweaty chest heaves turns him on all the more. The top you are wearing has started to stick to your skin here and there.

“My turn.” Gaku pulls your other leg into his lap, making you sit properly on his lap this time. He eyes you to undo his pants. Getting the cue, as soon as you work your hands to unzip his pants he groans loudly. The strain in his pants hurts a little less. He is sure you will help him to relieve the pain.

✦ kei uzuki.

Uzuki did not mean this to happen when he decided to grace you with a visit. It was supposed to be his off day. He was just wandering in your neighborhood and now he is in your drawing room fighting for his dear life as you jerk him off. Had you not chosen to turn on the dim light of your drawing room he would have drowned in shame, because he doubts he would be able to look at you or maintain proper eye contact during normal conversation after you have seen him like this: vulnerable and desperate like a hungry lion pup.

His navel rises and falls at an irregular pace yet so quickly that Kei fails to sneak a glance at you in between his ragged intake of breaths. At this point, how he is panting for air does not make it at par with his body’s necessities. At this point, even if he were to open his eyes he would see you all blurred. But Kei still desires to take a glimpse of you as your calloused fingers are wrapped and busy working on his throbbing cock.

With each passing moment, he tends to feel his hands lesser and lesser . . . which are resting at the edge of the cabinet; they are starting to feel numb; his fingertips hurt from gripping the wooden surface so hard; maybe by the time he cums, his nail marks will be the only evidence that he was here.

He partly opens his eyes only to focus on your luscious lips which seem confident, it would be delightful to taste a little, wouldn’t it? Though his vision is all hazy Kei glances at his member finding the tip glistening in pre-cum, at least he thinks so, he feels so.

“You’re close, Kei. . can you feel it?” and he is forced to shut his eyes out, cease his breathing at the tickle of your voice through his ears embarrassment gushing in his veins. He could practically feel his ears burn, so hot that it hurt, it itches. His right hand flies around your nape earning him a bonus point, and a soft squeal from you. He is brave enough to think you moaned under his touch but not brave enough to open his eyes and cherish the look on your face rather he is thinking. . . thinking how he loves the feeling of his long sturdy fingers perfectly fitting in between your painted ones while he is balls deep inside you hitting your sweet spot with slow strong thrusts, just like you want; the kind that makes you see stars. He needs to interlace his fingers with yours every time he is inside you. He thinks it makes him cum more by doing so, well, quantitatively.

But when you wrap those pretty fingers around his cock he could almost feel a quick trip of heaven and back. Visions clouding, his grip around your nape growing stronger with each thrust of your hand, his lips being punished by his fierce teeth, those very teeth that have marked you in the most intimate parts— in between your thighs, inner side of the wrist, on your nipples and sometimes on your waistline. Kei tries to pull you a little closer so that he can bury his face in the nook of your neck thinking of leaving bruises on your neckline than on his lips. You just stop the pace so suddenly that he gasps loudly, pulling you closer as a course of reaction.

You chuckle as he watches you closely, through the strands of his hair. His lips latch onto your neckline sucking fiercely as if he were to suck the life out of you, followed by squelching noises and his rough, unrefined moans. ‘Fuck, he is—he is gonna leave marks...’, you tense up and start to pump his cock again.

This time with slow and full yet strong thrusts. You feel his teeth graze lightly, almost a feather touch. “Kei, don’t leave marks.”, you remind him; your voice soft enough that he pulls away making you regret your words instantly.

“do-don't worry. I won't.”, his hot breath hitting your ear-lobe, sending shivers down your spine. Kei won't since he wants to feel his euphoric high a little longer; He feels his orgasm approaching, his inner thighs quivering, and he bucks his hips up. He could feel the rope of self-control tugging, going tight, and waiting for it to snap rather than sever it by himself. The urge to kiss your lips seemed to overpower the prior, so much so that it might just snap yet he did not want to leave the sight of your pretty hand, refined and polished fingers nails thinking maybe, someday, just maybe he would see a diamond sparkling on your ring finger bearing his name as you give him a slice of heaven, just like how you're doing it now.

✦ shin asakura.

There is never an off day for someone who works at a convenience store but it sure a little less busy during afternoons like these. Sakamoto is probably playing with Hana as Aoi tells him about the customers she attained during her shift. Lu is taking a nap. Thanks to the rotation of shifts Shin gets to laze around a little during his afternoon shifts. He never forgets to let you know beforehand This is how it has always been. The peace of this humid afternoon during summer is surely draining, not to mention mind-wrecking at times when you fail to show up on certain days. Shin understands that; he understands how busy life can be but still can not help but miss you. The rotating table fan is creaking, the fan blades are making noise as it exhausts itself to its sole purpose yet can not be at par with the heat in the air. It is not just summer that is making Shin sweat buckets. You are a contributing stimulant too. Besides, he can endure the sweat as well as heat if you keep working on his cock like that, lips wrapping around his member as you sit under the desk of the cash counter while he sits on the chair, legs spread wide apart from each other.

You pleasuring him like this on afternoons has become a bad habit of his even though it is occasional. He wants to return the favor sometimes too but you do not let him do that. Why? because he often imagines eating you out by making you sit on the cash counter. He thinks about it way too much to let it slide as a wet dream or even as a ridiculous whim of a loverboy. But now his mind is filled with the sole thought of you sucking his cock. You are just so good at this. He is a little bit jealous of how pleasurable you make him feel, which makes him wonder about how you are so good at this.

“Hurry up,” Shin pants as you lick and kiss his tip occasionally sucking the flushed leaky tip.

“Someone might come.”

No one will come, at least not any customer. No one ever visits during this time not as long as you are blowing him, not until you walk out of the shop because when you enter the shop you flip the sign board. No! Shin does not need to know this. If he does, he will definitely stop texting you, will not ask you anymore to meet him, and will say things like, “No. no. I'm busy babe.” or “Today? today the store is packed.” So, you do as he asks.

Watching you swallow up to the base of his cock into your mouth he is forced to close his eyes. He will have wet dreams if he keeps watching you like that. Your head moves up and down, to the base from the tip in a slow motion. His tummy starts to twitch, breathing becomes uneven you quicken your pace. You start to suck hard and faster making him tip his head backward, hands clamping on the edge of his seat clenching harder as he comes undone followed by a gasp.

His cum is still in your mouth when he looks at you still catching his breath. You wipe your lips off after swallowing his seed to say, “You're always in a hurry.”

OH NO! Here it comes. “maybe I should just move in with you,” you lie. You know that he can read your mind, but you still lie because you've always wanted to know if he uses that against you or not.

“Why?” He puts his cock into his slacks. “why are you saying that?”

“I don't know. ” Shin holds your arm dragging you near the counter. It's as if you want him to read your mind.

“I wanted you to hurry ‘cause — he cages you as you lean back, against the counter after he drags the chair to take a seat. “because I wanted to do this.” He cups your entrance making you inhale a sharp intake of breath. You sit on the counter as he spreads your legs apart; he holds one of your legs near his shoulders to lick against your calf muscle. “you wouldn't hurry if I just told you so,” Shin leaves kisses over your calf muscle in an agonizingly slow pace. “Sakamoto-san has gone to an arcade. Lu had gone to visit her family.” Wait. What? “And I? Shin pushes aside licking your dripping arousal off your skin. It tastes like salt and weed. “I am alone with you inside a locked store” with a smirk.” Shin then proceeds to hook his arms around your inner thighs spreading them apart to bury his face in between your legs. At first, you watch him give you quick licks by using only the tip of his tongue but as you get a little comfortable, rest your legs on his shoulders, comb through the hair strands that were falling on his face ticking you as well as hindering him to taste your pussy, Shin starts to lap against your entrance using all of his tongue. Come to think of it, this is the first time he is going down on you. He feels so good though seems skittish. When did he get so good?

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